the car in his voice -
bubble gum-breathed smog
inundating the landscape
a flood
over rivers and grass
the car in his voice
when he opens his mouth
when he grabs hold of the last ounces of oxygen
gulps it down into his lungs
along passageways marred with nicotine and glucose
the car in his voice
when he searches for reason
and gets scared on his journey
by undertones of sweet whisperings
that would convey
murmurs from the deep deep down
the car in his voice
never stops
and might rattle on
long after his heart has stopped.




2 responses so far ↓
1 ddrucker // Jun 4, 2007 at 6:21 pm
I like any poem that includes that word.
2 MJ Ankenman // Jun 6, 2007 at 6:38 am
Very neat idea to link the words with informative postings. I woold like to experiment with that and photos. Always a pleasure to read your poems.
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